The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Volume 681790 |
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... night , or who below ? So , ' mid th ' harmonious tones of grief or rage , Italian fquallers oft difgrace the stage ; When , with a fimp'ring leer , and bow profound , The fqueaking Cyrus greets the boxes round ; Or proud Mandane , of ...
... night , or who below ? So , ' mid th ' harmonious tones of grief or rage , Italian fquallers oft difgrace the stage ; When , with a fimp'ring leer , and bow profound , The fqueaking Cyrus greets the boxes round ; Or proud Mandane , of ...
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... night's debauch , his morning conversation ; The coming , all his evening preparation . By Law let others toil to gain renown ! Florio's a gentleman , a man o'th ' town . He nor courts clients , or the law regarding , Hurries from ...
... night's debauch , his morning conversation ; The coming , all his evening preparation . By Law let others toil to gain renown ! Florio's a gentleman , a man o'th ' town . He nor courts clients , or the law regarding , Hurries from ...
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... child of merit ; Cenfors , who , in the day's broad light , Punish the vice they act at night ; Whofe charity with felf begins , Nor covers others venial fins ; But But that their feet may fafely tread , Take up THE POETRY PROFESSORS . 2.
... child of merit ; Cenfors , who , in the day's broad light , Punish the vice they act at night ; Whofe charity with felf begins , Nor covers others venial fins ; But But that their feet may fafely tread , Take up THE POETRY PROFESSORS . 2.
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... ; And , for his queen and court's delight , Commanded Concerts ev'ry night . Here every Bird of Parts might enter , The Nightingale was made Præcentor ; Under Uuder whofe care and just direction , Merit was fure 52 LLOYD'S POEMS .
... ; And , for his queen and court's delight , Commanded Concerts ev'ry night . Here every Bird of Parts might enter , The Nightingale was made Præcentor ; Under Uuder whofe care and just direction , Merit was fure 52 LLOYD'S POEMS .
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... night . But , as all ftates are fubject to decay , The state of letters too will melt away , Smit with the harlot charms of trilling found , Softness now wantons e'en on Roman ground ; Where Thebans , Spartans , fought their honour'd ...
... night . But , as all ftates are fubject to decay , The state of letters too will melt away , Smit with the harlot charms of trilling found , Softness now wantons e'en on Roman ground ; Where Thebans , Spartans , fought their honour'd ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
APOLLO Bard beſt blefs bleft bluſh breaſt charms claffic cloſe dame dear Delos dreft dull e'en e'er eafy eaſe eaſy erft ev'ry eyes facred fafely faid fair fame fancy fenfe fhall fhew fide fimple fing firſt flame fmile fober foes folks fome fong fons fools foul ftand ftill ftrikes ftrong fuch fure genius grace hate heart himſelf honeft inglorius juft juſt king ladies laſt Latona LXVIII lyre meaſure mind moft moſt Mufe muft Muſe muſt ne'er numbers nymph o'er paffions pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure poet poet's pow'r praiſe profe purſue rage raiſe reſt rhime rhyme rife ſcene ſchool ſeen ſhall ſhe ſhould ſhow ſkill ſpeak ſpread ſpring ſtage ſtand ſtate tafte taſte thee themſelves theſe things thofe thoſe thou thouſand throne uſe verfe verſe whofe Whoſe wife wiſh wond'rous wou'd write
Passagens conhecidas
Página 328 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Página 338 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Página 338 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Página 330 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Página 336 - On some fond breast the parting soul relies. Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
Página 340 - Slow thro' the church-way path we saw him born. ' Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, ' Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.' The EPITAPH. Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A Youth to Fortune and. to Fame unknown. Fair Science frown 'd not on his humble birth' And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.
Página 36 - And, by th' approaching summer season, Draws a few hundreds from the stocks, And purchases his country box. Some three or four miles out of town, (An hour's ride will bring you down,) He fixes on his choice abode, Not half a furlong from the road : And so convenient does it lay, The...
Página 256 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his fides. Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantaftic toe...
Página 328 - The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Página 330 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th